Lola Ridge

Windows

TIME-STONE
 
 Hallo, Metropolitan’€”
 Ubiquitous windows staring all ways,
 Red eye notching the darkness.
 No use to ogle that slip of a moon.
 This midnight the moon,
 Playing virgin after all her encounters,
 Will break another date with you.
 You fuss an awful lot,
 You flight of ledger books,
 Overrun with multiple ant-black figures
 Dancing on spindle legs
 An interminable can-can.
 But I’d rather’€¦ like the cats in the alley’€¦ count time
 By the silver whistle of a moonbeam
 Falling between my stoop-shouldered walls,
 Than all your tally of the sunsets,
 Metropolitan, ticking among stars.
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